exactly this. As with everything, the reality far outweighed anything I’d ever fantasized about her. I placed my hand on the dresser beside me to brace my weight against it. I didn’t think I’d get so carried away that I might fall over but damn, you never knew. Once her tongue got involved, I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions.
She slid her mouth down on me, taking more in and I swear to God, I couldn’t watch her do it. If I did, this would be a lot shorter than I wanted it to be. We’d fucked twice within the past twenty-four hours and that hadn’t even taken the edge off. In fact, I wanted her more now than I had before I knew how incredibly hot it was between us.
I reached down and threaded my hand into her soft hair, relishing the way it slithered and snaked around my fingers. Her tongue slid down the underside of my cock and in less than a minute, I was seconds away from coming.
My fingers curled into her hair. I gently pulled her away, sucking in a deep breath and trying not to hate myself too much for pulling away her hot, luscious mouth. But I had to do something or this would be over embarrassingly fast.
I pulled her up, and she had the most puzzled look on her face. Obviously no one had ever done something like this before—turned down one hell of an amazing blow job.
But I wanted more. More of her creamy skin, more of her sighs and moans of pleasure, more of those silky thighs wrapped around me. I wanted her clit in my mouth, throbbing with anticipation. Her orgasm at my command.
“I want to taste you,” I said in answer to the unspoken question on her face.
Her expression melted from puzzled surprise into dreamy arousal. My hands went to the back of her dress, pulling the zipper down as far as it would go. She slid it off her shoulders and then turned back to the bed, pulling me along with her. When we got there, I pulled off her underwear and quickly shed my own shirt.
Then, with a hand on her shoulder, I pushed her to sit down on the bed, kneeling in front of her between her legs. With another forceful push, I laid her flat in front of me, her long legs dangling over the side. She sucked in a quick breath of surprise but widened her legs, apparently ready to roll with it. I wasted no time positioning myself between those soft, pale thighs. I bent and covered her clit with my mouth, sucking in. The muffled squeak of surprise, the gasp for more air, the long moan as I slid my tongue mercilessly over her. These were all the reward I sought.
My body ached with need as she took each fevered breath, rasped each declaration of my name.
My arousal ratcheted up, tense and painful, my entire body on high alert. Her thigh muscles tightened and relaxed. She grabbed aimlessly at the bedsheets, twisting them in her fists. Her breathing was heavy, labored, punctuated by almost animalistic moans of pleasure. All of this, every bit of it was my doing. And my undoing.
And in this moment, I classified her exquisite response as one of my greatest accomplishments.
“Lucas, I’m going to come!” she said about half a second before arching her back, tensing everywhere, her breath stuttering. I sucked some more, and she screamed. Loud. “Oh God. Oh, holy shit.” She repeated over and over again like a mantra.
Yes. She should have known I would never let her get ahead of me in this little game of ours.
As I pulled back and looked at her, sweaty and spent and tangled in the sheets, I felt a hunger, a truly intense ache I’d never recalled experiencing before. I needed her again to a degree that might have scared me if I let myself dwell on it.
But all I wanted to do now was sink into her heat and feel her, hot and writhing underneath me. She’d barely recovered, finally opening her eyes to look up at me with a sweet, blissful smile.
I took hold of her shoulder and without a word, roughly flipped her over, urgently pursuing my own need. Bending, I hooked an arm around her waist, tugging her hips toward me. Then I angled myself in for a sharp, quick thrust.
I’d fantasized more than once about taking her like this. I pushed into